But, as long as we can keep from trying to date the same guy, Cinnamon and I will get along just fine. And I can afford to hire her. That’s what rea...ly amazes me.We tried to eat lunch, but neither of us was all that hungry, so we dropped Maizie back at my apartment and went to the funeral home out in Kirkland. Why is it that I never thought about Angel having parents and siblings? My God! They were everywhere. And every one of them was six feet tall and blonde. Cinnamon and I slipped in and sat. "Mrs. Jennings, a question. How did you feel about your husband the day you married him?"Becky tried looking at me again as she spoke. "I loved him, very much," she said."And how do you feel about him now?" asked Dr. Martin."I love him so much more now," said Becky tearing up. "I wish he didn't work so much. He doesn't seem to be able to separate his life from his job. Sometimes I think he's married to his job and I'm just an appliance that he uses when he gets home."Her eyes seemed forever on. Pankaj’s fingers tangled in his wife’s long, dark hair and he started bucking his hips gently, swaying provocatively as his cock bulged inside his jeans.“Stop teasing me, woman,” he hissed, playing a familiar game with her. “You know your duty. Get to work now.”Heena giggled as her fingers played across his fly. “Yes, sir,” she answered, acting out her role to perfection.She loved their private games and she never tired of acting out the part of Pankaj’s slave. Skillfully, she unzipped his. Her voice sounded low, guttural. "That sweet, delicious, tantalizing smell. We ate them all up. How do we get more?" He has to make them," Julie said. "The guy out front. Arnie. The baker."There was silence, and Arnie knew they were coming. He thought about running out the door, but he knew that wouldn't work.They would find him, he was sure of that. They would track him down, no matter where he ran to, because they knew he was the only one who could make the donuts.The donuts that they had to.